(Ian Hunter/Mick Ralphs/Overend Watts)
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Hi there your friendly neighbourhood sadist want to take you for a ride
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Come on tell me 'bout the nights that I make you cry
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Two tiny purple hands crawling out across the floor
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All I could hear was a voice 'give me more more more'
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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She knows its right in her heart I never fail
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She's a sucker
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God help the woman who's late for work I get a green light flashing red
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Like a superstar [brass town?] queen who's crown I bled
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Now I just ran out of aspirin for an aching head
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So I guess I'll have to do it just one more time instead
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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She knows its right in her heart I never fail
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She's a sucker
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Good games play games no names well that's alright if you can stand the pain
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You can smoke my cigar all night through the link in your chain
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Stand up baby its time to go
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Well look what's here maybe if we do it slow
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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My baby call me when she want a tale
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(fade)
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Sucker
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Mott the Hoople |